Sunday, May 27, 2007

The white moon was engulfed,By the dark murky sky.Winds of violence hovering above,No light to reflect,The black night was creeping in.Black smoke like clouds declared:The trouble in this turmoil…She sat there, wasted…With arms open wide…And screamed a plea…‘LIBERATE!’The sky roared.She is now against the sky…Whose scream will reign?Hers’ or Heavens’?